Beating Heart Baby

Today I had to go to the hospital for some tests. Long story short, I have an irregular heart beat. My doctor thinks I've probably always had it, but we didn't find out until about 5 years ago. That in itself shouldn't cause any major problems, it's just something to keep an eye on. Every once in a while, my heart does this weird flippy-flop thing. However, it's been doing it quite often lately. I'm sure it's nothing, but better safe than sorry!

The first thing I did was get an echocardiogram (a test that uses ultrasound to evaluate your heart muscle, heart valves, and risk for heart disease...athankyou WebMD). I was just chilling out on the table while they looked at my heart when they put the little wand thing about 3 inches above my belly button. I must be crazy because my first thought was, "Is there something in my heart that makes them think I'm preggers so they're looking?!?!" Then I realized they were just trying to jam that damn wand under my rib cage to see the bottom of my heart.

Darrel, a slightly creepy looking fellow, came in next to put on my Holter monitor. It's pretty much a portable heart monitor that records my heart for 24 hours. There are 5 electrode doo-dads that all have wires running to a walkman looking contraption in my pocket (Darrel told me I could wear it around my neck, but I opted for the discrete pocket). After getting wired up, I headed to the lab for some blood work. While I was waiting for a test that I will actually have to go back for tomorrow, the guy sitting next to me looked over and said, "That's the fanciest iPod I've ever seen!" I knew my iPod was in my purse, but my purse was zipped, so I looked back at him with a confused look. He nodded towards my pocket and said, "I've never seen one with so many cords!" I realized he was talking about the monitor and laughed a little. I said, "Oh, this isn't an iPod, it's a heart monitor." He had the most shocked and sad look on his face and said, "I'm so sorry." I explained to him that it was just a test, but I'm pretty sure he still thought it was an external electric heart.

Sometimes writing my blog makes me depressed because I realize how boring my life is, and how little it takes to amuse me!